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Chapter Twelve

Billy didn't come home for a while. I knew that because in the middle of the night I had woken up, alone, and made my way to the bathroom. It was strange, being in the apartment. It was so quiet but I knew I wasn't alone. Billy wouldn't allow that. And there was light coming from the living room and there were small mumbles from the TV. The small hall was dark and so I was forced to feel my way across since I had no guide with me.

I wondered how Billy was feeling knowing I was just a person away from being home. If they ever suspected Marcus, I could have been home such a long time ago. I opened the door and quietly shut it behind me. I didn't want anyone to know I was awake. I flicked the switch on and squinted at the brightness. I gently let the toilet lid fall and used the bathroom.

I flushed, hoping the sound was low enough. The flush was loud. I frowned and washed my hands quickly knowing someone was probably aware. I turned off the light and opened the door, bumping into someone's hard chest. I was pushed back by the force and I found myself staring at someone I didn't know.

"Joe-." A hand went over my mouth as I tried to scream for my brother. My hands flew out in fist to punch the person. He easily grabbed my hand. "Chill Merci." The voice told me. I looked up trying to see the face of the person who knew my name. "Don't scream." I nodded and he let me go. I stepped aside him, glancing warily at him. I didn't know him and I didn't trust him.

"I'm Tommy. Billy told me to watch you." I gulped. Could I trust his word? Was this Tommy person a good person of the gang? "What 'bout Joe?" He motioned to Joe's room, his snoring echoing in the hall. I laughed quietly. Tommy cracked a grin and walked away from me, heading towards the living room. "Go back to bed kid. Its late." I yawned after he said this and did what he told me.

I made my way to Billy's room and shut the door behind me, the darkness surrounding me like a blanket. I felt alone for a minute. The darkness was never a true friend. I hit the edge of the bed and fell on top the covers. I curled into a ball, twisting into the blankets under me. I grabbed a pillow and put it in an odd shape and slept quietly and quickly.

"Where is she?" I groaned awake, the loud voices waking me from peaceful dreamless sleep. I tried to move but I found myself unable to. The blankets were twisted around me, constricting me. I whined to myself, not liking the feeling. My hands were wrapped around the pillow and I rolled over, trying to see if I could unwrap myself.

Had one problem. The edge was closer than I thought.

"Ah!" I landed on the floor with a great thud. I groaned again, pain rushing through my backside. I lay on the floor, blankets no longer wrapped around me like vines. The door opened and I could see Joe trying to hide his laughter. I narrowed my eyes, embarrassed and cranky. "Shut up." I muttered as he laughed out loud unable to help himself. "Bones here." Joe told me as he came closer, helping me up off the floor. "Why?" I asked, pulling off the blankets.

"He wants to talk to you." I wrapped the blankets around my shoulder and shivered a bit. "I don't wanna move from here. Bring him in here." Joe nodded and walked out. I pulled the blankets tighter around me. I was worried about what Bones would want to talk to me about. I had to be strong around him, he wasn't the father from when I was little. He grew harder and rougher.

Bones came in seconds later, anger in his eyes. "Marcus is dead." He told me in a gruff voice. I gulped looking away from him. "Adrian. Where is he?" I shook my head without looking at him. "You spent 10 years with him. Where is he?" He spoke louder and rougher, making me look him in the eye with defiance.

"I don't know." He trudged to me and grabbed my arm, hard. I winced. He was being too rough. "You think he let me know shit? I was his prisoner. He didn't let me out unless he needed something from me." I snapped and he let me go. I rubbed my arm, noticing red from where he held me. "You better cut the attitude shit with me. I will hit you." Bones said and I lowered my eyes from his intense gaze.

I sighed and gave in, "Date and time."

"Wednesday, 9 in the morning." I had to think back, being away from Adrian let me forget about all the 'rules', trouble, and jobs he forced onto me. "He's usually at home asleep. He won't leave until its around 5 or so. He drinks at the bar on B-street there with his buddies." I told him recalling every detail the best I could.

"How would you know if he kept you hidden?" Bones asked suspiciously. I glared at him, "He always came to me drunk and smelling like booze. I don't see him anytime but at night or unless he needs me to do something. He kept me in his room all day. No one comes in and no one comes out." I answered, whispering the last part.

Bones turned and left, slamming the door shut. I jumped at the sound and held onto myself. I could hear Bones talking to Billy, both yelling at each other after a few minutes. I got off the bed and walked to the door. I cracked the door open, just so I could hear them better. I was doing a lot of eavesdropping lately.

"She ain't going no where near that fucker!" Billy seethed.

"She will do as I say. The only way to catch that son of a bitch is if we bait him. He wants Merci back but he ain't gonna have her." Bones replied with a firm loud tone.

"If he fucking sees her, he will fucking kill her. Is that what you want?" Billy screamed.

"Listen here William." Bones spat his name out, "I don't give a fuck about what you want. Adrian is a dead fucker and if we have to use Merci to get to him, then we fucking will. Is that understood?"

No words came after that, just a sudden sound of someone being tossed to the ground and then yelling and more noises. I ran out of the room, knowing someone was getting hurt. Still, even when I knew what was happening, I couldn't help but be surprised.

Billy and Bones were at it. Father and Son fighting each other. Billy was trying to throw Bones into the wall but Bones being more experienced and heavier, Billy was the one pushed against the wall. Bones was throwing punch after punch and Billy blocked the best he could, landing punches on Bones.

I stood like an idiot, petrified, as I watched my family fight. I should have tried to intervene somehow, but my small frame would have been tossed aside and I would have been badly hurt. None of the guys tried to help, the fight was between Billy and Bones.

I grew angrier with each hit, each painful punch.

"Stop it!" I screamed, my mind couldn't handle it anymore. Both stopped halfway through what they were doing, both looking at me. Bones pushed from Billy, straightening himself out. "I'll do it just don't fight. I'll help you find him." I whispered, my shoulders falling.

Bones grinned halfheartedly. "That's more like it."

Why did I feel like I was just walked into a death trap?